Here is a poem that I wrote about picking the right girl.
The harley post reminded me of it.
One Eyed One Legged Woman
I met her in a Cabaret, in a little old Texas town.
The first thing I saw, was the stump of her leg, hanging 'neath her gown.
But then I saw the cutest smile coming out of her good right eye,
I felt so sorry for that gal that I thought that I would cry.
Well I walked over and sat down and much to my surprise,
she told me how her old bird, could make those coveys rise.
Then she told me 'bout her fishing boat tied up down by the dam.
I thought she was a funnin' me and I thought she was a sham.
Well next morning we got up, long before the sun.
She showed me how to call Tom Gobbler with the Kee Kee Run.
Then she showed me her fishing boat tied up down by the damn.
I thought she'd pass for Roland Martin if she was dress up like a man.
Well by and by, we got married and on our honeymoon,
we kissed and fished, and kissed and fished.
At night we hunted coon.
So listen to me all you prissy girls. Pay attention to my wife.
Hunting and fishing has its place in your married life.
So if you want to avoid divorce and hold on to your man.
Go huntin' with him and fishin' with his him, every chance you can.
Now I'll probably never live this down.
